Neverending Rap Battle

See the whole problem with that is yours is so long, nobody reads it. Noobs like detox see that and are like, "oh ****, that's long. He wins."
Shortening it makes you put thought into your rhymes. Anyone can write a bunch of bullshit...you can't write real rhymes.

truth don't play urself if we had a battle wit no rules i'd kill u

truth

i blast on bitches like u that think they hot/then i dump their body in the sewer 2 rot/u think u on the grind lettin paper stack/when u get in a fight all u do is smack/ur a nobody on this sight so u can't say my **** is wack/high time dr eryk and detox are better than the bitches that came 2 ur side/battle rappin u got no reason 2 have pride/try another forum cuz on here u got shut down/i'll pop off at u and when u do u betta duck down/u aint had one good thought so don't give me any of ur advice/the only advice u can give me is how 2 get rid of lice/u dirty ************ rollin in filth/ur mom is pretty far from bein a milf/after u get hit by me u start leakin like a dam/no one gets ur **** like u don vito on viva la bam/u handle rap battlin wit alot of emotion/2 compensate 4 ur lack of dick u say it's about the motion of the ocean/u winnin this battle is a pretty stupid notion/chuck taylor that guy was the worst sayin he from compton and walks in chucks/when he really at the stripper club givin free fucks/i'll put u out of ur misery like ur old yeller/i ripped u up so go get ur mom and tell her/u stupid fat and lazy just like homer simpson/u can't walk away from this battle ur only limpin/here's some advice 4 u when ur in jail don't drop the soap/u should hang urself wit a rope/maybe instead of rappin u should try pushin dope/u suck at battle rappin so u need insurance/u can't write like me cuz u got no battle rappin endurance/sayin my ryhmes are ludacris like ur from A town/u stepped 2 me so now u gonna be dead wit ur face down/ur rhymes are so dumb it sounds like ur gilligan/all the bitch rappers left so i guess ur fillin in/i'll hunt u down so u get protection from the government/u may dress gangsta but if ur gonna be called a G that don't cover it/i'll merc u have u goin up 2 the gates of saint peter/unfortunately 4 u i'm a gay beater/u and me aint even in the same league/it's obvious that u can't take my verbal seige/u aint gonna like the feelin from my shells/u go into church wit ur b/f and i hear wedding bells/i'm wanted by the police and the F.B.I/it's clear when u challenged me that u wanted 2 die/u can't see right cuz u got jiz in ur eye/after dr eryks first rap u were defended/cuz ur friends knew ur battle rappin career had ended/i'm nice like J hood from D block/when u saw my skill u seemed shocked/u should kill urself like wit a letheal syringe/ur ryhmes are so bad they made me cringe/since u try dodgin shots u should do yoga/i beat u like i'm darth sidious and ur yoda/u beatin me is against the odds/if u wanna win ur gonna need help from god/i burned u so now u startin 2 sizzle/the blood from ur wounds are starting 2 drizzle

spit back and i aint followin ur 20 bar ****

Put my last rap against that. Put anything I spit against that. It's over now, take it like a man. You got owned...

bullshit truth you got snapped by quik

eyo Quik you killed that bitch

twitch me and you 1 verse each unlimited bars bring it mutherfuker
truth give it up you just got cut and fukin ripped your old crackwhore

thanks detox rip up twitch

I agree with that......butimma spit my ten bars agianst truth now..imma kill the bitch, but on the other hand ya'll spit some good **** all of you guys, damn......

aigh theTruth here it is...ya ten bars...

Truth thinks he spits magic, but he's actually a gender illusionist/
can't get it through your thick head, for the last time I aint new to this/
last rap you spit, sunk. so i'll have to shoot you with a harpoon/
you couldn't pop ****, if i gave you a balloon/
saying you'll drop me like a bad habit, but bad habits are hard to drop/
you've been on the bottom this whole time, is that your definition of "on top"/
my rymes do more then just kill, they also raise the roof/
as good as you like to think, your rymes aint bullet-proof/
you could send in a demo, they won't play you though/
face it your too slow, even for "radio"/
I aint scared of you, you took it like a bitch when I slapped you and snatched your purse/
only thing you bring is new meaning to the prase "theTruth hurts"/
dont get me wrong, the truth does hurt. because your rymes are so hysteric/
your good at your wordplay, but the rest of it's generic/
stop rappin' cause your as fake as wayne brady/
back down in this battle, cause your defensless like a baby/
your a ghost, cause everyone sees through your ****/
you dont exist, your dead. "you were never here to begin wit"/
I have a pack of playing cards, and your the joker in the deck/
cause your as fake as john cena who wears a padlock around his neck/

theres ya ten bars ya little bitch......... what now...

Ight eryk, I give you credit. Unlike quik, you actually know what you're talking about. I'll give you a choice. My fault for being to vague...

Quik already knows I beat him when he follows the rules. My last two raps were 10 bars each, you can put yours against either one of them, or I can write a whole new one. Choice is yours.

aith theTruth, I have to give you credit, ya good at your wordplay, that's it man........but i'm starting to think you ben on so many forums your recycling....and imma hit you up with two ten bar versses for your last twoyou spit..

Wait, I spit 20 bars all together. You spit 10, and you're spitting 20 more. So I'm doing 10 more bars so its 30-30.

10 bars at u truth just so u know i can spit

i'm gonna remove u from this game like it's a finger and ur a splinter
when ur challenged in person u freeze like u butt naked in the dead of winter
ur skill is about as real as the matrix
don't try ur gay charms on me cuz i don't fall for any gay tricks
u bad at rap so u need a ghost writer
if u can't battle i'd hate 2 see u as a street fighter
the only people u can beat is kids in preschool
u a poser like the guy who tried 2 be black in the movie Be Cool
i rain bombs on u u'll think i called an airstrike
u bring 2 guys 2 battle me and u call that a fair fight
you dirty u roll in mud like ur a dirty pig
ur Notorious for likin dicks B.I.G
we all know ur gay wit ur "friend Twitch
that's y u **** him in the dressin room of Ambercrombie and Fitch
i'll kill u like i'm the Terminator
you'll be knocked back so far 2 date ur corpse they'll need a carbon dater
this kid is pissed cuz his dick is always flacid
i'll rip u in half like i'm the alligator from the movie Lake Placid
it must be confusin 4 u 2 date people since u a transvestite
but at least u got ur boyfriend to tell u to dress right

there 10 bars bitch

well , thought you spit 20/ **** you did, my bad, i'll spit another ten , just to match yours aight

yo truth not lookin 4 a battle cuz u got dr eryk just showin u i can spit 10 bars

Ight eryk. Quik, nice freestyle. Respect. First line reminds me of Eminem's "Without Me" lol.

Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter

respect 2 u 2 TheTruth

theTruth Battle
aight truth heres is my other ten bars....check it..

I'm not Reacting much, you still here like a bad allergie/ (reactine - allergie Medicine)
Killed you in my 1st rap, face it your a dead batterie/
you keep talking **** like you possessed by the devil/
your rap style at my waiste, meaning lyrically we'll never see at eye level/
how can someone like you say I dont follow a single rule/
battlin' a kid wit no balls, thats why you a master at pool/
you'll never be like B.I.G or pac cause for one, there not gay/
no chance in surviving this battle, not even if you pray/ (prey)
if you hit all sevens on a slot machine, still wouldn't be called a winner/
I come wit simlies, wordplay, metaphors and punches, all in all my styles limber/
you claim you rap on the streets, lemme remind you. Your a "wannabie"/
It's like you trying to push a building, your Lyrics dont move me/
Spitten ten bars is nothing, I can do this in my sleep/
I buried you wit my last rap, now your deeper than deep/
you can try get rid of me, but i'm like a nose bleed that's non-stop/
you'll choke in this battle, you'll wear the shoes of papadoc/
theTruth is retarded, every break is a slow lunch/
should work at staples, cause that's the only way your comin' with a whole punch / (hole punch- office supplies)
heres your ten bars truth, you~happy~now/
if we battled my way, you'd only slow~me~down/


there you go man, we can keep this battle going if ya want!!! i'll win

Re: theTruth Battle
eyo twitch im callin you out 1 verse each 10-20 bars each

u spit first

eyo eryk mad-ass rappin man

Its really to bad that your girl's a skank,
you faggot, cock-sucker, go home and wank,
get lost, punk bitch, or you'll meet my shank,
if you hear my gun pop, then it ain't no blank,
I target direct, don't hide on the flank,
we know when you comin', your **** smells rank,
you can't rap, ass-******, go rob a bank,
you'd **** that up as well,
bitch die, burn in hell,
there's no tale to tell,
take those drugs you sell,
stick 'em up your ass,
you can smoke your grass,
I'll soak you with gas,
slash with broken glass,
burn you up like grill,
when I shoot, I kill,
bitch, go write your will,
you got no rap skill,
you're run of the mill,
now i've had my fill,
you can wait until,
I come back for more....

high time back baby.. holla respect to all hte new emcees in the forum and to dr erky and dj quik kid there rhymes are tite... i wana look for a new battle!!